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Lavendulan - Captain
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Lavendulan had been at home, in the Dark Kingdom, preparing dinner for when Wolramite was done with work when a distressed call came through the communication crystal she had left out on the counter. She had no idea with whom the voice belonged to and could only assume it was broadcasted to anyone who was powered up at the time or had their crystals available.

She looked down at the cut up pieces of chicken then over to the stove where the pan of oil had just reached the right temperature.

“Damn it,”SSDD… Same s**t different day If there was one thing about Destiny City, it was that certain things were always predictable. Whenever there was an event going on, be it holiday or a seasonal festival, if it was on the Cities website then something was undoubtedly going to go wrong. It only took two years to notice this trend but now that she had come to expect visitors from outside this universe and monsters nobody could quite explain.

Although Wolframite wasn’t home quite yet, she assumed that he had received the request for help as she did. And so, Laven turned the stove top off and put the chicken away in a gallon sized bag before teleporting to the same tall building she had met the Eternal Transcended Senshi on. From there she could see where the luminous monster was attacking what she assumed to be other agents as well as senshi and their knights.

Along with her promotion came certain obligations and responsibilities, those of which demanded she help her compatriots despite the possibility of death. There were likely lieutenants out there who might need help escaping if things got too dangerous.

So, with a final sigh, the Captain shifted into her water form and eleported near the bright light.

There was chaos, and then there was this.

Magic and objects were thrown from every direction and if she had not arrived in her current form, she would have likely been impaled by something because she was still not skilled enough to arrive in the near vicinity rather than right next to the damn thing. In a fit of rage, the creature made a large, haphazard sweep with its arms; claws extended it would have probably gutted her but instead they, thankfully, passed right through her instead.

In response, the half youma held her hand out to the side and with an almost elegant swing, a watery whip formed and snapped against the monster's tough hide with a satisfying crack.

Chibi Sailor Arthuradel, Senshi of Honor - ? Damage

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[Mycenae, Page of Mercury: 2 + 9 + 2 + 9 = 22 DMG]

Mycenae took a breath. It was true--little oddities were one thing. Cookies that made your eyes change color, ornaments that sparked a memory. But this? This was something else entirely.

"I don't know," he admitted. "You would think that this would draw way, way more attention than anyone wants. Watch those globs," he gave the instruction as they started raining down; it was probably obvious, but drawing attention to it was for the better. He frowned, twirling his shillelagh and darting in to get in a solid, direct hit, before moving back and away from the blobs of energy dripping from the creature's body with a swiftness and grace that might not have been suggested by his bulk.

"Even the Negaverse--they do stupid things, terrible things, but none of them would be idiot enough to pull something like this. Not when it's going after everyone." So who, then...? Someone from outside the city, perhaps?

Who was even out there?

[Houshi Ryokan, Page of Jupiter: 0 + 0 + 6 + 7 = 13 DMG]

Houshi was not having what she would describe as a "good" time. No, more practically, she was having quite a terrible time; this giant beast raining beams of light and chunks of itself was making quite a lot of trouble for her, and, it seemed, for everyone else.

Was it flashy, to knock the rock she found near her foot up with her toe and then turn a twirl into a kick to send it flying? Yes. It was desperately, unnecessarily flashy. But Houshi was frustrated, and annoyed, and she wanted to steal a little joy for herself. Certainly, she never pretended to be anything other than petty and vindictive, and it wasn't as if the great lumbering beast could complain.

Unfortunately for her, though, she wasn't quite quick enough on her feet, and as she came back to a rest, one of the chunks dropped down, landing just a few inches from her--close enough that she yelped and leapt away, but still felt the sear of it, shooting pain through her arms.

"Damn it," she said, voice soft, and she checked her skin--at least it didn't look too serious.

[Eternal Sailor Kerberos: 0+ 0 + 8 + 7 = 15 DMG]

Kerberos moved with swiftness and grace, darting around the drips of strange energy falling off the monster to slam into it. There was no time to hesitate--not when it was clearly gearing up for another big attack.

This wasn't the Negaverse's doing--the more he saw of the creature, the more sure he was of that. They couldn't have changed so much in the years since he'd purified that they'd risk something this massive and this indiscriminate--individual officers might, sure, but a monster this big? It would, he was pretty sure, need some hefty official sanction, and if it had that, it wouldn't be attacking the little blots of Chaos he could feel.

Even with all his years, he admittedly had less familiarity with the Dark Mirror--but this seemed even less like their style. He frowned to himself. The merchant, perhaps? The stranger from another world? But what would he gain from this kind of nonsense?

Kerberos hated not knowing, especially about something that was such a large threat to the city.

He also hated that all he could do was attack and dodge, but his magic wasn't built for beasts, it was built to bring sapient beings to their knees.

Agent Thorite: 0 + 0 + 7 + 3 = 10

Okay, well, he was pretty sure he was helping, at least, he thought to himself as the skin cracked where he was hitting the monster. The rotten reptile seemed to splitting open all over from all the attacks landing on it from all the people surrounding him. Good. At least he was helping, even if he wasn’t as cool as some of the people running around out here with their much more robust magic.

Even if some were Moon Senshi and Knights. This crazy Godzilla thing not getting to destroy the city was more important than being exaggeratedly, performatively angry at the presence of the moon freaks. It’s not like he was being watched for some kind of “appropriate reaction” or whatever when all of them were actually currently working to protect the town.

Chibi Super Charybdis - 4 + 6 +8 + 6 = 24 damage

The monster was bleeding! The blood burned! People were getting flung around like dolls! And Charybdis was- well. Charybdis was very glad that she had long sleeves, and wondered if she should ask for leggings under her ballet skirt next time if she got a promotion.

However, her current location was very, very scary; and she had promised to be safe and careful. "Shiny Pup!" the senshi yelled- and booked it.

She didn't want to be that close to danger any more! There was, however, one good thing about being tiny and fast- she didn't have to stay close to the danger for very long.

Corrupt Super Sailor Nembus: DMG = 4 + 9 + 4 = 17

This monster was very poorly put together, somehow, and also terrifying with the way it seemed to start to shatter apart before her eyes. She watched the strange wisps of energy twist into the air and fly away as the monster continued its stomping and its rampage and its tail swinging as it quite literally started to crumble. She was very glad she had the instinct to stay in the outer rims in this particular battle.

She shook her arms out to center herself away from the nerves.

... Okay, Nembus didn't really play all that many video games, but she knew exactly what that meant.

Opening its mouth, gathering energy? Oh no. No no.

Nembus threw out a quick punch to the edges of the retreating tail before bolting further away, wanting nothing to do with whatever the monster thought it was about to do. Nembus was going to let the others deal with that. She had some self-preservation instincts. She was not going to die today.